faithrunner

On a hunch, I turned off an asphalt path to descend into a Kentucky creek bed that wandered through a grove of trees. October had announced the change of seasons and trees displayed their mustard-brown, golden fashions. Earth tones would be "in" again this year. I stopped on a slope, and overheard applause in the treetops. Trunks stood at attention during the ovation while others bent in awe of the Passerby. Laser-like rays of sunlight pinpointed the forest's floor through stained-glass patterns of leaf and limb. Wind gained momentum from the far end of the tree lined corridor like an ocean wave mounting an attack upon the beach. Leaves clapped in crescendo at center stage. As if on cue, tree after tree cast down golden, orange, and brown pieces of their best artwork like the followers of Jesus at his Triumphal Entry. The air was supercharged with falling color; A brisk autumn breeze bounced off rock, tree, and stream. Branch beat against branch,